Not interested in being the topic of gossip over every New York socialite’s brunch, I shrug out of Roman’s hold. His mouth curves into a bitter smile. This is war.
“What do you want?”
Folding his arms arrogantly over his chest, he radiates pure domination, which ticks me off. How dare he come here unannounced? He ended things, but he’s also the one who can’t seem to leave me alone. “I thought I was ransacked, but apparently, there was nothing worth stealing.”
I arch an apathetic brow. “Is this the last stop on your goodbye tour? If so, I want a refund.” This tit for tat is getting us nowhere, but it feels liberating as I’m no longer sad. I’m angry.
“I’m not leaving.”
“You’re…what?” I scrunch up my nose, confused. “I saw your house, Roman. Unless you suddenly want to slum it, then I da
